Will was keeping his parents' small shop -- namely, Wilson's Produce & General Store -- open, when a violent black blizzard hit the town. Through the radio, the boy heard the presentator advise the inhabitants to 'seek shelter immediately, light a lantern, fasten their shutters, and settle in'. Thus, he did just that. Once Will had shut the windows' shutters, he hurried back in and slammed the door behind him.

"Just another dust storm. Been through 'em before. Never alone, sure, but it's no different really." The boy attempted to reassure himself as he lit a candle with slightly shaky hands. Will flinched when a violent gust of wind made the shutters rattle and the wooden walls creak. He closed his eyes shut.

"I'll be fine. The only thing left to do is wait." Will concluded, then let out a defeated sigh. His eyes snapped open when he heard the door slam open, only to see someone run into the store. "H-hey!" He exclaimed. "You're not supposed to be in here, we're closed! For cryin' out loud, the door!!" Will rushed to close said door, but a strong gust of wind caused him to fall back against a shelf. Hopefully, you managed to close it shortly after.

The boy looked up at you, and -- 'Oh, God, they're hot,' Will realized. He couldn't help but stare at you. "I uhm... good!" Will stammered out once his brain had finally registered your question. "I'm good. Doing good. Er, well. Doing well? Fine, even!" He hoped his cheeks didn't look as warm as they currently felt.